“And what is that?” I breathe.
“By winning this fucking war.”
Then he does something I never would have expected. He takes his tongue and licks from the edge of my lips, down my neck and lavishes on the pulse point at my throat before biting down with his teeth.
The mixture of pleasure and a dash of pain has my head spinning and my body becoming more aroused. I feel my wetness dripping down my thigh.
I clench my legs together to prevent anyone from seeing but Oak has other plans.
He kisses my pulse point, which is now thundering, and then slithers his hand down my body. Right between my breasts, down my abdomen, over my pussy and then landing on my thigh. Entranced by him and lost to the feeling of desire I let him move his hand to my inner thigh. His fingers dance upwards along the inside of my thigh and I know he can feel the evidence of my arousal.
I should be burning with shame but with the way Oak is looking at me I feel shameless.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Grace?”
I nod my head helplessly.
He slaps the inside of my thigh and I jolt in his arms. “Words, Grace. I need your pretty mouth to say fucking words.”
“Yes,” I moan.
He hums his approval and moves his hand up higher. His fingers are so close to touching my pussy.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises me with a voice that just oozes sex. “Do you like being my good girl, Grace?”
My whole body feels as if I’m on a tight wire. And I fear with one more touch I might fall.
Without thinking I nod my head.
He tsks. “A good girl would’ve used that mouth. But you like being naughty, don’t you?” His fingers hover over my pussy lips. Oh, god. I can’t fucking think right now. I’m in a club, in the middle of the dance floor and I have the most sinfully delicious man I know about to finger me in front of all these people.
That fact that I feel no shame should be alarming.
“A naughty girl deserves a punishment. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Closing my eyes I nod my head.
Except that wasn’t the right thing to do.
His hand slaps my pussy harshly and my eyes pop as my mouth falls open with a startled yelp.
Oh my fucking god.
What the fuck was that?
And why am I enjoying it so fucking much?
My arousal drips from my pussy but Oak’s hand stops it from leaking down my thighs.
“Do you want a punishment, Grace?” He murmurs darkly in my ear.
My mind explores all the dirty things that he can do to me and I can’t help the thrill of excitement that hums throughout my body.
A good rough spanking. Him tying me up to use me as he pleases. Him playing my body like an instrument until I finally succumb beneath him.
“Yes,” I say, not even recognizing my own husky voice.
“You’d let me finger fuck you right here wouldn’t you.”
